For The Love of Daddy

A dirty taboo book about a high school senior seducing her father before going off to college
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Not available anywhere else (and maybe not here for long) For The Love of Daddy is a taboo erotic story about a girl and her dad. And her dad’s friends. And her college roommate. And maybe a boyfriend from high school. You get the idea.

It’s a somewhat sweet story, but since it’s about a girl and her dad, nobody will publish it. It’s a fantasy of course, and I don’t condone anything of the sort, but I do believe we should be allowed to read, write, and fantasize about whatever we like. Including this.

Here’s an excerpt:

He was quiet for a while and we stared at each other.

“You’re also prettier than Mariko,” he finally said.

I leaned in and poked him in the ribs, but he was being serious for a change. I kissed him on the forehead and put my legs over his lap as I grabbed his hand.

“Are you telling me that I’m prettier than the hottest girl you’ve ever fucked? That’s kinda sad dad, because I’m not that pretty you know.”

“You’re the prettiest girl in the whole wide world and don’t you forget it. I mean, she was hot, but you’re…”

I wish I could tell you that this was my master plan. That I was thinking about what I could do next to get him into my bed, but the truth is I was drunk and happy, and I was so focused on the moment that I didn’t have anything left for scheming at all. He was looking at me with an expression I had never seen before, and I didn’t know what to say.

“Why were you crying this afternoon?” he finally asked. I still had my legs over his lap and his arm was around me.

“Cause I slept with a boy I don’t really like all that much.” I don’t know why I went with the truth, but so it goes. I blame the wine.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“You probably think I’m a slut,” I told him, as I rested my head against his shoulder. “A gross slut.”

“Was it terrible?”

“No.”

We had a long moment of silence and once again I wasn’t sure how much he wanted to know or how much I was willing to tell him. He brushed my hair with his fingers absentmindedly, and we both reached down and had another sip of our wine. Just what we fucking needed.

“How come you slept with him if you don’t really like him?”

That was the first question he asked that I really didn’t want to answer, but somehow it slipped out. Just like that I said the words I could never take back and everything changed.

“Because he called me Babygirl.”

I thought he was going to push me off his lap or stand up and storm out. I thought he might move or try to say something funny so he could pretend he didn’t hear me, but instead, he was silent. He didn’t move his arm and I didn’t move a muscle. I kept my head on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“Babygirl,” he whispered quietly.

“Yes, Daddy?” I asked looking up at him.

“I’ve always called you that. It’s not just a name. It’s who you are to me.”

I kissed him on the cheek and his body tightened. When I put my hand on his face he froze in place, and I wanted to kiss him more than anything else in the whole world.

“I’ll always be your Babygirl,” I whispered and for the first time he moved. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head as his fingers ran down the length of my arm. I could feel the hairs on my body jump up and his touch sent shivers down my spine. I moved my arm gently beneath his fingers and he didn’t stop.

My nipples were hard beneath my shirt and when I looked down they almost looked obscene. My whole body was about to explode, and yet I couldn’t make myself move. His fingers moved up to my neck and brushed my cheek and still, I couldn’t do a thing. I leaned my head back onto the couch and watched his gaze fall on my neck. When he touched my chin I almost lost all control, and when his finger brushed against my lips I let out a moan.

He leaned in close to me, and I reached out to touch his shoulder.

“He called you Babygirl,” he said. It wasn’t a question. I opened my eyes and looked right at him. He needed me to say it, because he couldn’t.

“Yes, Daddy. He called me Babygirl, and I fucked him.”

His lips were strong and sweet, and they crushed into me before I knew what was happening. His arm was around me pulling me tighter, and I opened my mouth without thinking as he kissed me. I pulled his cheek to me and held him as I kissed him back; when his tongue traced the bottom of my lips I moaned again with unmistakable need.